TurtlingA Poem by Ken e BujoldLaughing, so hard I split my sole … the rest of the day drifting starboard along the banks of a demented beach chaperoning maiden testudines to their first surf. Keeping up with how your mind scrambled over the dunes, the contortionist ebb of meandering tributaries somehow conjoined to a mother’s instinct to see the hatchlings to the sea, I imagined splitting a sundae, strawberry chocolate slowly melting into the blaze of a sun, promise of days to come … all the barracudas in the shark tank paused in hiatus, the suspension of habeas corpus. Ken e Bujold
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8 Reviews Added on January 22, 2023 Last Updated on January 22, 2023 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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